The Reunion

“Too much?” Jay asked, then grinned without waiting for an answer. “No such thing.”

The golden-skinned himbo stared at his carved swimmer’s body in the full-length mirror.  He was naked except for his favourite jockstrap. His hair was sun-bleached and artfully messy, his abs cut deep, and his pecs so firm they cast their own shadows. He held a sequinned dress shirt in one hand like it was his secret weapon.

His boyfriend Spencer stood across the room, moodily gazing out the window.  He looked good – tight jeans that hugged his thighs and a fitted black t-shirt that clung to his chest and arms. His hair was styled but still a little messy. A walking thirst trap, just the way Jay liked him. Still... his arms were crossed and his brow furrowed.

“I don’t want to go,” Spencer groused. “I just… I don’t think I’m ready.”

Jay dropped the shirt onto the bed and stepped into his ‘fuck me’ dress pants – skin-tight, navy blue, with a subtle sheen that screamed look at this ass.

“Spence, it’s been three months. We’re not gonna hide forever.”

Spencer shifted his weight, chewing his lip. “They’re gonna freak out. I mean, they all remember me  – what? – ‘class treasurer’ and ‘Most Likely to Invent Something’? Now I show up like this? The only numbers I can remember are my lifting stats and… this permanent half-chub? Babe, I'm so dumb and horny... everyone's gonna be so totally weird."

Jay checked himself out in the mirror, making sure the slacks were perfectly balanced on his ass.

“Babe. Who cares? We’re fabulous. And I bet we’re not the only guys who ended up gay. Sure... we’re the only ones who bought a cursed set of weights off Facebook, but whatever. We're like... trendsetters.”

Spencer hesitated. Jay turned to him, softening.

“You’re hot now. You’re happy. I bet everyone's changed a ton since high school.”

Spencer sighed, tugged his black tee over his head, and crossed the room to their shared closet. He flipped through a few options before settling on a pale pink V-neck, cropped just enough to flash his abs when he moved.

Jay lit up. “Yasssss Queen!”

He pulled it on and looked down at himself, adjusting the hem thoughtfully. The colour popped against his tanned skin, and the fit made his chest look even bigger.

"This one okay?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

Jay winked. “Get in the car, it’s like… a two hour drive.”

—————

The gas station was one they used to hit up all the time in high school – lunch-period snack runs, coffee that tasted like trash, the occasional chocolate bar devoured in the parking lot. Jay pulled in with a nostalgic smile, grooving to a Madonna remix.  He turned off the car and the song cut off midway, but that didn't stop him from humming the rest.

He hopped out and started to pump gas, shaking his ass in time to imaginary music.

“You want anything babe?” he asked, popping his head back inside the car.

Spencer unbuckled his seatbelt and stretched. The pink V-neck rode up, showing a flash of taut, tan skin. “Energy drink. Maybe something to suck on.”

Jay waggled his eyebrows. “I got something you can suck on.”

Spencer rolled his eyes but grinned anyway.  They were both such sluts now and he loved it.

Jay strolled into the store with a lazy confidence. He was halfway to the fridge when he froze.

Behind the register stood a guy in tight black joggers and a neon green tank top, his dyed blond hair pushed up in soft little curls. He had a silver stud in one ear and glossy pink lips. And he was staring right at Jay.

“Jay?” the guy said, eyes going wide. “Oh my God, Jay? Spencer? No way.”

Jay blinked. “Toby?”

Spencer stepped in behind him, squinting. “Wait… Toby? From band?”

Toby smirked and leaned over the counter, elbows propped up to push his pecs together.

“Yup. I stopped playing trumpet," he winked.  "But I still know how to blow.”

Spencer stood shocked, taking in the entire vibe. “Damn, Toby. I seriously thought you were straight back in high school.” He shook his head, still half in disbelief. “You coming to the reunion?”

Toby pouted dramatically. “Can’t. Got a shift. Total bummer, right? Especially with all the yummy guys showing up. Like, half our class is out now. You know what I’m talkin’ bout.”

Another wink.  Toby wasn't subtle.

"Jesus," Spencer shook his head as they reached the car. “Did you have any idea Toby was gay?  I could have sworn he had a girlfriend.”

"A lot of guys hid their shit in high school," Jay shrugged. "At least... they did.  I hear it's like Glee now."

They got back in the car and Jay started the engine, the bass of some EDM remix thumping softly through the speakers. Spencer shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat.

“Maybe we shouldn’t go,” he said quietly.

"What?" Jay glanced over. “Why?”

Spencer stared out the windshield. “I mean, Toby made it sound like half our class is gay now.”

“So? If they are, big deal. Our class was huge... there are bound to be a few. And besides…” He leaned in, smirking. “Don’t you want to know who?”

Spencer glanced over, brow raised.

Jay grinned. “If it sucks, we’ll just get back in the car and leave. I promise.”

“Fair enough," Spencer said, holding up his hands in mock defeat.

—————

The banner above the entrance read WELCOME CLASS OF 2015 in blocky gold letters, slightly sagging in the middle like it had been hung in a hurry. Jay and Spencer stepped through the front doors of Southgate High, the waxed floors gleaming under the fluorescent lights.

Just inside, a folding table had been set up with rows of name tags and two people seated behind it. One was a girl in a tight cardigan who looked like she’d rather be anywhere else. The other was a very obviously gay guy in a fitted lavender button-up, his hair gelled into a perfect wave. He looked up, saw them—and his whole face lit up.

He leapt to his feet. “Oh my god!” he cried, practically skipping around the table. “Jason, Spencer, I haven’t seen you in like… years!”

Spencer blinked, already backpedaling. “Uh… sorry. Remind me your name?”

The guy gasped dramatically and grazed a hand against Spencer’s chest.

“You slut, I’m Danny Parker!”

Jay’s mouth dropped open. “Danny… Dan Parker? Weren’t you the redneck guy with the truck?”

"Hell yeah, babe," Danny giggled and tossed his head. “A couple years after high school I went hunting – chased this big buck for, like... forever. Ended up in this cave. There were all these symbols scratched into the rock, real old stuff, and like... shit started to glow. Next thing I know, I’m femme, fabulous, and like… totally down for cock.”

He gestured toward the gym. “Lucky for me, there’s no shortage around here.”

The girl behind the table wordlessly handed Jay and Spencer their name tags and two drink tickets each.

They pushed through the double doors into the gym and were immediately hit by the heat of a hundred horny gay guys grinding, laughing, and dancing under strings of rainbow lights.  Around the perimeter, clusters of women stood holding drinks, doing their best to ignore the chaos. One woman caught Spencer’s eye and gave him a half-hearted wave before looking back at her phone.

Jay leaned in and mock-whispered in Spencer's ear.

“And you thought we wouldn't fit in?”

—————

Jay and Spencer hadn’t made it ten steps before someone flagged them down.

“Jay? Spencer?”

They turned to see a guy strutting over in designer sneakers, a sleeveless crop top from some random dropshipping brand – "JASPER" printed across the chest in metallic lettering – and white cargo pants from the same line, vacuum-sealed against his thighs.  The whole outfit looked 90% plastic.

His jaw was sharp, his hair sun-kissed and tousled, and his abs looked sculpted by divine intervention. Around his neck was a chunky gold chain. His phone was gripped tightly in one hand.

“Jasper?” Jay guessed.

"Yup!" The guy lit up. “Like... oh my god, I knew I'd have fans here!” He gave a cheeky flex, then leaned in for a quick kiss, hovering above their cheeks but never making contact. His skin smelled like a chemistry lab.

"Uh..." Spencer blinked, trying to remember anything about the guy. “Weren’t you like… really into the environment?”

Jasper laughed. “God, yeah. I used to be obsessed. Organized recycling drives, protested pipelines, did a water fast in solidarity with the Amazon once. But babe—saving the planet is so boring. And broke.”

He held up his phone, the case bedazzled with his initials. “Then someone took a pic of me holding a sign shirtless at a rally and it went viral. Boom – I'm like... hot sign guy. I was all stubborn for a minute: eco-conscious gym wear, cruelty-free skincare, biodegradable supplements. Total flop. No one bought it.”

Jay raised an eyebrow. “So what now?”

Jasper grinned, lifted his shirt, and flexed hard. “Now? I sell abs. Hustle. Glam. I’ve got brand deals, merch, and a monthly fitness guide. Two million in profit last year... that's what I call sustainable!”

"Wow," Spencer said, stumbling for words. "I mean, that's a big change,,,”

Jasper’s grin widened. “Okay, so... here's the tea.” He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice like he was about to spill a secret. “I didn’t just get discovered. The day the photo went viral, I got this DM – no profile pic, no name, just a link. Total scam, right, but something felt... electric.”

Jay and Spencer exchanged a look.

“So I tap it,” Jasper went on. “And my phone screen fills with this swirling gold light. I couldn’t look away. I blinked and I wasn’t in my apartment – I was standing in the middle of a salt flat under this crazy neon sky, and there was this... being? Spirit? It touched my chest. Right here.” He pressed two fingers over his heart. “Next thing I know, I wake up back home, and all I wanna do is look hawt and fuck muscleheads!”

He let his eyes linger on Spencer's body, clearly interested.

Spencer laughed. “You’re serious?”

Jasper nodded. “Deadass. I used to memorize UN climate reports. Now I don't even read! And I love it.”

Jay let out a low whistle. “That’s… intense.”

“Babe,” Jasper said, running a hand through his hair, “It's what the universe decided. Like I'm gonna argue? Oh my god, that's Cory... I gotta go say hi! Follow me on Insta!”

He turned and strutted off into the crowd, snapping another selfie as he went.

Jay and Spencer stood there in stunned silence.

Jay gave a slow blink. “That was... a lot.”

Spencer exhaled. “I thought he was gonna talk about solar, not spirits.”

Jay scratched the back of his neck. “Do you think he made that up? The salt flat thing?”

Spencer shook his head. “No way. He believed it. Besides... he magically transformed into a gay slut?  Doesn't that sound a little familiar?”

Jay chuckled. “Reunion's officially weirder than I thought.”

Before Spencer could respond, another voice called out from across the gym—sharp, excited, and unmistakably familiar.

“Well well well… look who finally showed up.”

—————

They turned to see a tall guy with sun-bleached curls, a cropped tank top that read "SHORE THING" in bubble letters, and hoochie daddy shorts sitting low on his hips, snug and tied with a pink drawstring. He was tan, barefoot, and smiling like he hadn’t had a bad day in years. Next to him stood a lean, tanned man dressed like a hippie wi excellent credit – he wore a flowing linen button-down with the top three buttons open, a few handmade bead necklaces, and tailored drawstring pants that were clearly made of some artisanal fabric. His arm was casually draped over the surfer.

"Sam?" Jay said, incredulous.

"Haha, yeah man! It's me," the surfer laughed, pulling both of them into an easy, salty hug. "Wild, right?"

The other guy offered a warm smile and a handshake. "Hi, I’m Theo. Husband."

"Holy shit," Spencer blinked, eyes scanning the peaceful, barefoot man in front of him. "You used to start fights over, like, absolutely nothing. Weren't you the guy who punched a vending machine because it ate your dollar?"

Sam nodded, still grinning. "I know, bro. I was so wound up. But, like... things change. I was getting day drunk at this bar a few years back, and they ran out of Natty Light, so the bartender made me these totally sick cocktails instead. Just, like... fresh juice, weird herbs, stuff I couldn't pronounce. Changed my whole vibe, man."

Jay raised an eyebrow. "A cocktail changed your life?"

"Well... I had more than one," he chuckled. "And then a few weeks later, I found this old surfboard in a thrift store. Took it out once, and I dunno... I felt like the ocean was talkin' to me. I was home bro... haven't gotten mad since."

"He really hasn’t," Theo nodded. "Honestly, all those stories sound like someone else."

Spencer laughed. "That is... shockingly wholesome."

"Moved out to San Diego not long after," Sam went on. "Met Theo here on the beach. He’s a surf instructor and part-time Reiki healer. We got married last year. Live, like, five blocks from the water. It’s chill as hell. You guys should come visit."

Jay tilted his head. "You’re married now?"

Sam beamed. "Yup. Got matching cockrings and everything."

"You wanna see?" Theo teased,

"This reunion is insane," Spencer muttered.

Sam just laughed. "Nah, man. It's just everyone finally figured their shit out. Some of us took a weirder route, that’s all."

Theo added with a wink, "But the weird route’s usually more fun."

—————

Jay nudged Spencer as they passed the refreshment table. "Is that... Miles?"

Spencer squinted through the flashing lights. Sure enough, there he was—tanned, shirtless, and casually leaning against the wall with a drink in hand, wearing tiny white shorts that showed off thick, muscular thighs and a pair of mirrored sunglasses even indoors. He looked like someone who had never heard the word "stress" in his life.

"That can't be Miles," Spencer muttered. "Miles was, like, class president. Debate team. Orientation leader.  Manic stress ball."

As if summoned, Miles looked over and grinned. "Jay? Spencer? Holy shit!"

He sauntered over, and up close, the transformation was even more obvious. The guy radiated confidence and sun. His teeth were white, his hair was artfully tousled, and his abs looked like they belonged in a resort catalog.

"Dude," Jay said. "What happened to you?"

Miles laughed. "Total meltdown, not gonna lie. First year of college, I was taking eighteen credits, running three clubs, and still trying to keep a 4.0 GPA. I completely broke down. So I booked this cruise for spring break to, like, reset. I didn’t realize it was a gay cruise until the welcome party.

"At first I panicked. Tried to keep my head down, avoid eye contact, but the whole thing felt... charged, you know? Like, too many hot people in too little fabric. On the second day they had this 'sunset detox experience'—basically a group steam in the spa with eucalyptus towels and champagne. I thought it was just bougie wellness crap until the steam turned this weird shade of gold and started to hum. I looked down and realized my skin was glowing, like literally glowing, and I could feel something... shifting inside me. Not painful, just warm and floaty. My shoulders loosened. My chest puffed out. My ass perked up like it had a mind of its own. I started giggling for no reason and I haven’t stopped since.

"And then this hot Brazilian guy handed me a piña colada and pulled me onto the dance floor. The music felt like it was pulsing inside my skin. Every beat rewired something. By the end of the night I was like... totally different. Flirting with hotties like it was nothing!"

He paused and gave them both a knowing look. "By the time the week ended, I was tanned, horny, and super into speedos. And I hadn’t thought about my GPA once."

Jay snorted. "That still doesn’t explain the thighs."

"Oh. Yeah. They had a gym. And a lot of... encouragement."

Spencer smirked. "So you dropped out?"

"Absolutely." Miles nodded proudly. "Came back from the cruise, realized I hated everything about school. The cruise line offered me a job as a lifeguard. Been working shirtless in the sun ever since. My stress level is, like, negative."

Jay laughed. "You’re really out here living the gay dream."

"Damn right I am," Miles grinned. "You boys wanna cruise, first round of mojitos is on me!"

Before they could answer, a voice called from across the gym: "Miles! Group photo! They want the whole student council."

Miles rolled his eyes playfully. "Once class president, always class president, I guess. Catch you boys later!"

He gave them a quick wink, downed the last of his drink, and jogged off—his shorts riding high, his thighs flexing with every step.

Jay watched him go, then turned to Spencer. "Okay. That was actually kind of inspiring."

Spencer nodded slowly. "Yeah, in a totally unhinged, glitter-covered way."

Jay grinned. "I mean, if golden steam and a piña colada can fix your entire personality... maybe we should hit the spa more often."

Spencer snorted. "Or just book a cruise and see what happens."

They both laughed, then turned back toward the dance floor.

—————

As they skirted the edge of the dance floor, Jay elbowed Spencer and pointed with his chin. "Wait. Is that Lucas?"

Spencer followed his gaze and did a double take. A broad-shouldered man in a painted-on tank top stood behind the portable bar setup, shaking a cocktail with practiced rhythm. His arms were thick and veiny, his pecs jiggled slightly with each shake, and his smile had the dazed, satisfied glow of someone who’d never touched a spreadsheet in years.

"No way," Spencer muttered. "Lucas was the salutatorian. He used to color-code his binders and made a spreadsheet to pick his Halloween costume."

"And remember that one time he cried in physics because he got an A-minus?" Jay added.

They approached the bar just as Lucas finished pouring something pink and sparkly into two oversized glasses.

"Jay. Spencer. Holy shit. Y’all want something strong or something fruity?"

"Surprise us," Jay said, leaning on the counter.

Lucas grinned and went to work. "Man, it’s been forever. I seriously never thought I’d come back for this thing. But Bethany texted me like thirty times and promised there’d be shirtless dancing, so here I am."

Spencer tilted his head. "You look... incredible. Like, not just buff. You’re glowing. What happened?"

Lucas laughed. "Honestly? After graduation I had this huge plan—full ride, engineering program, dual majors. Got in. But that summer I started weightlifting just to stay busy. Thought it would help me focus. Turns out, all the stuff I liked about school? Tracking numbers, progress charts, measuring everything? It slaps at the gym."

He handed them their drinks and flexed one arm without meaning to. "And the guys there? Let’s just say they really appreciated my dedication."

Jay raised an eyebrow. "So you ditched college?"

Lucas nodded. "Dropped out halfway through sophomore year. Became a personal trainer, then a bartender, then a content creator. Now I make more money with my pecs than I ever would’ve with a degree."

Spencer blinked. "Weren’t you salutatorian?"

Lucas chuckled. "Second place. Bethany was the real one. Remember her valedictorian speech? She quoted some shit in Latin for, like, five minutes."

Jay winced. "I think my brain repressed that."

Lucas leaned forward and stage-whispered, "She’s here, by the way. And she’s still terrifying."

Spencer sipped his drink and grinned. "God, this reunion’s a fever dream."

"And it’s just getting started,” Lucas chuckled, pointing at the doors as they burst open.

They came in like a wave.

A herd of men, their bodies exaggerated into something almost mythic – thick traps, jutting pecs, and arms that looked sculpted from marble. They were filling the entrance in a slow, perfect stagger. They were massive. Bulging, oiled muscles. Shiny skin. Cocky struts. One had on a mesh tank stretched across his chest like shrink wrap, another in cutoff jeans that looked painted on. A third wore only tight joggers and a varsity jacket, unzipped and hanging off one sculpted shoulder. They were beautiful and brainless, moving with the loose-limbed confidence of men who’d long ago stopped thinking too hard.

"Wait," Jay murmured. "Is that... the football team?"

Spencer blinked. "That’s Tucker. And Matt. And – holy shit, is that Hunter?"

Lucas coughed, nearly choking on his drink. "I thought Hunter moved to Vancouver."

"Apparently he moved into a harem," Jay said, breathless.

"What happened to them?" Spencer asked, voice soft.

"Micah," Lucas said, voice dropping. "I think Micah got to them. Remember that nerdy dude who was always on the computer… I heard he wrote some magic app and… I guess they’re all hella rich."

The team didn’t even notice the crowd. They posed without posing, laughing, flexing, bumping into each other like golden retrievers in heat. One of them – Will, maybe? – ran his hand absently down his own abs and moaned, loud enough for nearby women to glance over and roll their eyes.

"Holy shit, Jason? Spencer?" a voice cut through the haze.

They turned to see a guy standing a few feet away, tall and tan in cargo shorts and a polo shirt that hadn’t been ironed. His hair was messy without being intentional, and he looked deeply, profoundly confused.

"Zach?" Spencer blinked.

"Zach Connelly," Jay said slowly. "I haven't seen you since... did you even go to graduation?"

"Skipped it," Zach shrugged, stepping closer. "I hated high school. Figured I’d left it all behind. But then I saw the reunion invite and thought… hey, maybe it’d be cool to see how everyone turned out."

His eyes scanned the crowd again. Musclebound men grinding. Shirts discarded. The slick shimmer of sweat and cologne in the air.

"I wasn’t expecting... this," he said, voice low and tight. "It’s like everyone got turned into some kind of... gay porn parody."

Lucas barked a laugh. "Yup. Basically."

Zach turned to Spencer. "You too?"

Spencer chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, uh… I guess so. I." He glanced at Jay, then added with a grin, "I’m gay. Moisturized and glittered, babe."

Jay raised a hand. "Gay and fabulous, thank you very much."

Lucas flexed absently and grinned. "Gay and gains-focused, bro."

""Yeah," Zach groaned. "Just like everyone else."

He scanned the crowd until he caught sight of one a blond guy near the back – a broad-shouldered tank of a man wearing a loose-cut tank top. It fluttered slightly as he moved, revealing a symbol printed just above his heart. A looping, spiraling shape – sharp lines woven into soft curves, almost hypnotic.

Zach pointed.

"That symbol," he said. "Does that look familiar?"

Spencer followed his gaze. "Huh? What, the tank?"

"No, the design on it. That’s... that’s the same thing Bethany used to draw all the time in Latin class. That weird circle-star with slashes through it."

Lucas’s brow furrowed. Then, sheepishly, he rolled up his sleeve. "You mean... this?"

Tattooed on the inside of his bicep was the same looping symbol. Identical. Even the slight asymmetry in the outermost ring.

"What the hell?" Spencer said.

Lucas shrugged. "I got it from this guy at my gym. He said it’d help with discipline and flow. Didn’t really think about it. I kinda liked the design."

Spencer turned to Jay, eyes wide. "I swear, that symbol was on those cursed dumbbells we bought... the ones from Marketplace?"

Jay nodded slowly. "Yeah. We lifted ‘em and… well, I love you babe."

"You'll never believe this," Zach said. "But... you're the tenth group I've talked to about this, and everyone's got a story that involves that symbol..."

"Wowza," Spencer gave a low whistle. "What a coincidence!"

Lucas and Jay nodded eagerly.  They watched as the football team spread out into the crowd, finding guys to grind with and amping the sexual tension even higher. The air buzzed.

Zach turned to the others, his eyes still fixed on the last of the jocks disappearing into the crowd. "Okay, hear me out. What if all of this isn't… a total coincidence?"

Spencer raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I mean the transformations. You three. The football team. Our entire graduating class turning into… horny gay caricatures."

Lucas scratched the back of his head and stared off into the distance. "Okay, when you put it like that... it’s kinda sus. But also, like… I feel great dude.  This is like... how we're s'posed to be, right?"

Jay frowned, the thought almost slipping past his mind. "No, I mean… maybe Bethany did something. Like hypnotized us or something. Remember at grad, she gave that speech in Latin 

"Babe," Spencer interrupted with a laugh. "That sounds like... super complicated."

Jay nodded slowly. "Yeah. Maybe. I just…"

He couldn’t quite finish the thought. Jay felt like confronting... somebody? About like... something? Or whatever?

Zach looked at them, then back at the dance floor. His jaw clenched. "This... this isn’t normal. That symbol— it's the same one Bethany used to doodle in class. And now it’s everywhere – doesn’t that seem weird to anyone else? And she chanted some Latin at you, and you're just... c'mon guys, put it together!"

Jay blinked at him. Spencer tilted his head. Lucas just gave a lazy smile.

Zach pressed on. "Guys, think. Something’s messing with your heads, and it’s all tied to Bethany. Can’t you feel it?"

Jay opened his mouth, then hesitated. The thought hovered, half-formed. Lucas scratched his pec and chuckled. Spencer glanced at Jay with a sheepish smile.

Zach’s fists clenched. "This isn't who you used to be. She’s done something. And I'm going to figure it out." He looked at Jay and Spencer, voice rising. "Come with me. We need to confront Bethany. If we don’t stop this—whatever she did—it’s only going to get worse."

Jay furrowed his brow, confused. "Confront her about what, boo?"

"Yeah," Spencer added, frowning. "She always seemed kinda smart and chill. What’s the big deal?"

Zach’s jaw tightened. "She used that symbol. You’ve seen it everywhere. You seriously don’t see a problem?"

Jay glanced at Spencer, then back at Zach. "I mean... it’s kinda hot though, right?"

Spencer grinned bashfully. "But... like, if we get to see Bethany again, I’m down. She always had cool vibes."

"Yeah, we’ll go with you," Jay said brightly. "But only ‘cause we wanna say hi."

Zach groaned. "Fine. Whatever. Just come on."

He turned and stalked off toward the edge of the gym. Jay and Spencer shrugged at each other, then followed after him, smiles soft and relaxed.

—————

Zach spotted her first.

“That’s her,” he muttered, eyes narrowing. Jay and Spencer trailed behind him.

Bethany stood alone near the punch table. She hadn’t changed much – still pale, still draped in black – but the goth edge had matured into something cooler. More intentional.

Her black maxi dress clung and shimmered with a subtle sheen. Her eyeliner was artful and bold. Her hair, still black and blunt, was slicked and glossy, and a silver choker winked under the gym lights. She radiated disdain.

“Bethany, we need to talk,” Zach said, jaw tight. “What the hell is going on? Why is everyone gay?”

Jay shifted beside him. “Yeah, like… not to be rude or whatever, but did you like... hypnotize us or whatever?”

"Oh, sweetheart, nothing so pedestrian," Bethany tilted her head and gave a patronizing smile. She spoke to Jay like she was humouring a toddler. “I didn’t hypnotize anyone. I corrected. I revealed. I liberated."

Zach squinted. “Corrected?”

She sighed dramatically and reached into her purse, pulling out a silver pendant – stamped with the same symbol they'd seen on tank tops and tattoos and gym gear. It glinted as she held it up.

“Don’t you feel it?” she said with exaggerated patience. “The weight gone from your shoulders. The freedom. You poor things were all raised to perform, to repress, to obey rules that made you sick. I simply… unbound you. I peeled away the noise. The world taught you to hide. I taught you to shine. Isn’t that adorable?”

She paused, staring into Zach's eyes. The pendant flashed with light and she gave Zach a sharp look. “Wait. You're not…? But how could you have slipped away?”

Zach backed away. “I'm straight, Bethany,” he spat. “Don't get any ideas.”

Bethany’s smile faltered. “That’s… unexpected.” She gave him a once-over, her voice thick with feigned concern. “You were at graduation, weren’t you?”

“I skipped it,” Zach said. “Didn’t want to come back here. I only showed up tonight to see how everyone turned out, and apparently, everyone turned OUT.”

Bethany made a soft, mocking pout. “Aw, poor thing. So you missed my little graduation gift. That tracks.”

She tapped her chin with a long black nail, then leaned forward like she was speaking to a particularly dim puppy. “That explains it. You weren’t exposed. But don’t worry, we’ll fix that.”

"This isn't right, Bethany," Zach said, squaring his shoulders. "You can't just take all these guys and make them gay. They're supposed to have wives and families and..."

Bethany rolled her eyes. "High school was a zoo, Zach. All the girls got attention—except me. You boys were too busy slobbering over whatever brainless blonde tossed you a glance. Meanwhile, I was right there. Clever. Interesting. Worth something. But you couldn’t be bothered, could you?”

"So if I couldn’t have your affection," she said coyly, hanging the pendant around her neck. “I flipped the script.” She gestured lazily toward Jay and Spencer. “Look at those two. You think they miss chasing after girls?”

Jay blinked slowly, then broke into a wide, carefree grin. “Bro, I’ve got the hottest boyfriend ever now and I love being gay.”

Spencer rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks a little pink. “Yeah, I mean… I still can’t believe it sometimes. But like… I do love men. And I love Jay. So… yeah.”

Jay slung an arm around Spencer and gave him a little squeeze. “We’re living our best lives now, babe.”

Bethany grinned, syrupy and slow. “You see? They're better now. Free. You’re welcome, boys.”

Zach clenched his fists. “You manipulated everyone.”

“No, Zach,” Bethany purred. “I gave them exactly what they needed. And now it’s your turn. Don’t worry—I’ll walk you through it nice and slow.”

Zach stepped back, visibly alarmed. “No. I don’t want this. You can’t just make me into someone I’m not. I don’t want to change.”

Bethany raised a brow and gave a dry chuckle. “Oh, sweetie. I said I won’t.”

She turned her gaze to Jay and Spencer. “But they will."

"Huh?" Jay said with a puzzled look.

"Go ahead," Bethany urged.  "Tell me about your perfect man... and I'll make it happen."

Jay and Spencer lit up with eager smiles.

“Wait—” Zach started, but Jay was already circling him, eyes roaming his body with hungry appreciation.

“Taller," Jay grinned.  "With big shoulders. Thick thighs. A cocky smile.”

The pendant shimmered. Zach gasped as heat surged through him, his posture straightening. His shirt tightened, seams straining as his chest broadened. Thick, solid pecs swelled beneath the fabric. His arms twitched, bulging with newfound strength.

“Whoa—no,” Zach stammered. “Don’t—”

“Strong,” Spencer added, trailing his fingers over Zach’s growing deltoid. “But like… sweet too.”

Zach’s voice cracked and shifted, mellowing into a rich, low tone. “I don’t want this—shit—it feels—”

Jay stepped in behind him, pressing a hand over his abs as they rippled into prominence. Zach groaned, squirming slightly. “Gimme a big ass,” he gasped, surprising even himself. “Like… the kinda bubble butt guys can’t not grab.”

Jay grinned. “Damn right. That’s the energy.”

Zach buckled slightly as his jeans cinched around his expanding rear. The fabric rode high, taut over the firm new swell of muscle. “Fuck,” he panted. “Something’s—changing—”

“And he wouldn’t overthink,” Jay cooed into his ear. “Just smile and let his bros take care of him.”

Zach’s pupils fluttered. His brows arched. “I… what were we… wait…”

Spencer gently cupped his face. “It’s okay, babe. You don’t need to think good. Just feel good.”

His core shredded into tight definition. His skin smoothed and bronzed, like he’d spent all summer poolside. His body twitched with pleasure.

Jay slid a finger down his spine. “He’d crave touch. Just a total slut for attention.”

Zach whimpered. His cock throbbed against the denim, and he moaned as their hands roamed his body. “No… I can’t—can’t let it—”

Bethany watched, pleased. “Let go, Zachary. Be what they want.”

Spencer stroked his bicep. “We want you, baby.”

"What's wrong Zachery?" Jay asked with puppy dog eyes.  "You don't wanna be our third?"

Zach trembled, heat rising like a wave. “I… I’m… I'm str... straa...”

His gaze darted around the room, desperate for something to anchor him – but he stopped short when he saw it... a golden necklace dangling from Jay’s hand, the pendant unmistakable. That same glowing symbol.

Jay tilted his head, holding it out like a treat.

“It’s a gift,” Spencer said gently, smile wide and easy. “Just for you.”

Zach’s heart pounded. He knew what it meant. If he took it – if he wore that thing – it was over. No more resistance. No more straight. He’d be one of them. Just another pretty, musclebound slut. He shook his head. “I… I can’t…”

But Spencer stepped in close, brushing his hand across Zach’s tight abs. “C’mon, Zachery…” he whispered, lips grazing his ear. “You wanna be hot like us, don’tcha?”

Jay trailed a hand down Zach’s chest, fingers teasing the crevice between his swollen pecs. Spencer kissed along the side of his neck, slow and warm. Jay squeezed his ass, making Zach shudder.

“You wanna belong,” Jay murmured. “One of the boys...”

Zach whimpered, his cock aching, the heat in his body unbearable. He nodded slowly, helplessly, eyes fixed on the glowing gold.

“Good boy,” Spencer cooed.

Jay slipped the necklace over Zach’s head. The pendant settled between his pecs, the metal warm and humming against his bronzed skin. The symbol pulsed once… twice… and Zach let out a long, shuddering breath as the final remnants of resistance dissolved into pleasure.

The moment the necklace settled, his clothes shimmered, denim and cotton giving way to something far more revealing. His shirt shrank into a mesh tank, clinging to his chest and letting the world see his abs. His cargo shorts melted into a tiny pair of athletic shorts—so tight they hugged every curve of his bubble butt and outlined his throbbing bulge with shameless precision. Neon trim completed the look.

"Looks like someone's proud of his body..." Bethany teased.

Jay and Spencer stared in awe as Zach gave a lazy, hungry smile.

“Fuck it,” Zachery moaned. He ran a hand down his shredded torso. “I like this vibe...”

“Now that’s a happy ending," Bethany smirked.  "Why don't you three go play..."

—————

The music felt louder now, the beat thumping through the gym floor like a second heartbeat. Jay, Spencer, and Zachery tried to cut a path through the crowd, aiming for the main doors across the gym. But Zachery’s transformation was making it difficult to move through the crowd

“Damn, who is that?” someone called out.

"Yo, beefcake, you new around here?"

“Bounce those pecs for me honey!”

Zachery blushed, muscles flexing with every catcall. He was beautiful – tan and glistening under the disco lights, his shorts clinging like a second skin. The way they hugged his massive thighs and cupped his sculpted ass left very little to the imagination. His necklace bounced between his pecs, drawing even more attention to his perfectly chiseled chest.

“I… uh…” Zachery stammered, trying to walk faster. But guys kept grabbing at his arms, his waist, even trying to take selfies with him.

“Dude,” Spencer laughed, tugging on Zachery’s wrist, “You’re, like, gay catnip right now.”

"Totally," Jay grinned, his arm wrapped around Spencer's waist. "You're fresh meat!"

Zachery ducked his head, overwhelmed. “I just wanna… get somewhere quiet…”

“Change of plan,” Jay said, eyes scanning the wall. He spotted a familiar door tucked behind a folding table and a sagging Pride banner. “There.”

He led them quickly around the perimeter of the gym, ducking past grinding bodies and tipsy alumni. Jay shouldered open the locker room door and ushered them inside.

The sound cut off like a switch had been flipped. The locker room was dim and quiet, the hum of fluorescent lights replacing the pulsing music. Cold tile echoed beneath their footsteps.

Zachery let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Thanks. That was… a lot.”

"That's your life now boo," Jay smirked.

Spencer chuckled, stepping closer and giving Zachery’s ass a playful squeeze. “Too hot for the dance floor.”

Zachery hesitated, cheeks flushed. "I don’t know if I like all that attention," he said quietly, voice tight with uncertainty. "It’s like… everyone’s staring. I just— I kinda wish I was straight again."

Jay cocked his head, his shirt half-off. "Aww, baby," he said, walking over. "We thought you liked the attention."

"I got caught up in the moment..." Zachery protested weakly. "I mean... I was like..."

"Nah," Spencer teased, sidling up to Zachery with a grin. "All that muscle? That big ol' bubble butt? You wanted to be seen."

Zachery opened his mouth to protest, but Jay stepped behind him and slid his hands up under Zachery’s tank, fingers tracing the cut slope of his new back. Spencer moved in front, running his palms slowly over Zachery’s pecs, thumbs brushing the necklace that still nestled against his chest.

"C'mon girl," Spencer grinned. "This body ain't straight."

"Don't hide it," Jay whispered, brushing his lips against Zachery’s neck. "You're a total stud..."

Zachery gasped, hips twitching. Spencer smirked and gave his ass a playful squeeze. “You need people to look at you... ain't that right... slut..."

The symbol between Zachery's pecs glowed softly. With every passing second, he looked less sure.

Jay peeled off Zachery's shirt with a flourish, revealing his glistening, sculpted torso. Spencer crouched and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Zachery’s shorts, sliding them down to reveal a neon thong stretched tight over the full swell of his cock.

"You don't look straight to me," Spencer chuckled, feeling up Zachery's cock through the fabric.  "But if you really want to pretend..."

He took away his hand and watched the emotions run across Zachery's face.  Confusion.  Denial.  Need.  Excitement.

Zachery hooked a thumb on each side of the waistband and pulled at the thong, letting his thick cock flop out.  He was dripping pre-cum onto the concrete floor.

Zachery groaned, closing his eyes. "Okay… maybe I do get it now."

Spencer dove onto his cock, wrapping his lips around Zachery's pole and moaning in heat.  He started sucking hard, making sure the formerly straight man would forget all about that silliness.

"Just relax boo," Jay whispered in his ear and pulling off his clothes.  "I know you want this..."

Zachery felt a hard cock against his eager hole.  Jay's cock was ready to slip inside.  All he had to do was...

"Oh my god..." Zachery moaned, pushing his hips back onto Jay's pole.  "Ooooohh... fuck yeah..."

Spencer took that as his cue to suck harder.  Jay reached around and played with Zachery's nipples, sending his new partner into a sexual frenzy.  Zachery couldn't stop bucking his hips back and forth, driving Jay's cock into his hole over and over again.

Two minutes and his hole was flooded with cum.  As he felt Jay pulse inside of him, Zachery's balls burst and Spencer swallowed his load enthusiastically.

"Wanna get out there?" Jay asked, slipping his slacks back on.  "We're missing the party."

"I dunno," Zach moaned.  He was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling.  "I think... maybe... I wanna go home."

Spencer and Jay exchanged a look.

"Sure thing boo," Jay smiled.  "Let's go home."